The Rise of the Cemetery

The bad news brought back by Maotou made all the villagers fall into silence.

At this time, the best countermeasure should be to immediately organize the villagers of the green hut to relocate, and then report the situation here to the elder council of Emerald Dream as soon as possible.

From the green hut to the nearest druid village, it was a straight-line distance of 200 miles, and on the way they had to pass through the territory of many ferocious monsters. It may not be difficult for a druid to do this, but there are more ordinary people in the green hut. They left the maintenance of their druid partners, and it was impossible for them to pass through the territories of those ferocious beasts peacefully.

But in this way, the small village might not be able to spare manpower to meet Hegus!

"Elder, you take everyone to go first, and I will meet Hegus myself!" At this moment when everyone was silent, Anjiade Xiye, who was the strongest among the younger generation in the small village, took the initiative to stand up. Although he is young, he already possesses the strength of a level 4 druid, and is working hard to hone his second transformation.

"I'll go too!" Alan Xiye, the recognized number one beauty in this small village couldn't help but stand up. She is also Angard's younger sister and Hergus' sweetheart.

With someone taking the lead, some of the young men who had been friends with Hergus couldn't help jumping out.

"I am coming too……"

"And I……"

"I……"

"You are all going to save Hegus, so what about these people in the village? Let them cross the snake-man's territory with bare hands?" Seeing that the atmosphere was not right, a few mature and prudent old men in the village could not help but stand up.

The cabin, which was still dead just now, became noisy in an instant.

Just when Elder Galen couldn't help but want to shoot the case, a villager who was relaxing outside the village suddenly broke in.

"Elder... elder... Hegus... is back, you all... go and see!"

Everyone was shocked.

Before they could rush out of the hut, the wooden door was knocked open with a bang, and a thin figure covered in blood fell in.

Everyone gathered around, and after careful identification for a long time, they recognized this well-known young druid boy.

"Hergus!" Alan's tears wet his cheeks in an instant.

Everyone is also sad.

Hergus' current image is really miserable!

Bone-deep claw marks and bite marks spread all over his body, and the criss-crossing wounds almost completely rolled over his skin, exposing the purple-black, foul-smelling flesh and blood inside. Not even a piece of intact skin can be seen on the face, as if the whole person has been thrown into a roller knife array and twisted again.

The arduous journey along the way almost drained the blood from his body. With such an injury, even if the druid was born with a strong physique and supported by divine magic, it would be impossible for him to escape alive?

Everyone looked at me and I looked at you, they were all stunned by the scene in front of them!

Alan's little girl knelt beside Hegus, her trembling hands dared not touch easily, and there were terrible wounds everywhere. .

"Why are you still standing there? Hurry up and treat him!" Elder Galen growled in a low voice.

In the flickering light and shadow, one after another natural spells rained down on Hegus's broken body. In addition to Elder Galen's "Cure Fatal Wounds", there are more compound "Neutralization of Poison" and "Healing".

As soon as these green natural auras fell on Hegus's wound, there was a strange "zzzz" sound, black smoke lingered, and a stench tangled his nostrils. Whether it is a ghoul or a zombie skeleton, their attacks all carry the unique dead energy of undead creatures, that is, negative energy breath. Without pulling these things out of Hergus' body first, these wounds on him will never have a chance to heal.

Natural magic is indeed the nemesis of evil, second only to divine magic in purifying negative energy.

As one after another of dead energy was expelled and purified one by one, the scars all over Hegus' body finally began to heal and scab. However, a large amount of blood loss cannot be quickly replenished, and the druids can only repeatedly stimulate his body with tiny "healing minor injuries" to stimulate his own recovery ability.

But for some reason, no matter how hard everyone tried to help him, there was always an indelible black energy lingering in Hegus's chest and lungs, firmly nailed there. Even the natural spells of the 5th-level druid of Elder Galen are helpless.

After many attempts to no avail, Elder Galen finally gave up, holding the oak staff tightly in his hands tiredly, sitting on the edge of the bed and panting hard.

He was almost 500 years old, which was considered a rare longevity among the half-elf druids. Such high-intensity, high-density rapid casting is no longer what his dying body can bear.

"Grandpa Galen, can Hergus be saved?"

Alan is a Tier 1 druid, he can't even transform into wild, he can only transform into small non-attacking animals like elk, wildebeest, and crow. Therefore, after exhausting a small amount of mana, she could only watch helplessly as everyone tried their best to save her lover.

Hergus' injury at the moment is much better than before. It's a pity that due to a lot of blood loss, there was not even a trace of blood on his pale body. Many wounds were pale and swollen as if they had been soaked in water for a long time.

At this moment, he didn't look like a living person at all, but like an undead creature - a ghoul.

If he could not detect that extremely weak heartbeat, everyone would really treat him as a dead person.

Seeing that Hergus' injury had finally stabilized, everyone heaved a sigh of relief.

"You don't need to all gather here, hurry up and get ready! It seems that we can't leave today, and everyone is tired. We will stay in the village for one night today, and we will set off tomorrow morning!"

After Elder Galen spoke, everyone walked out of the elder's hut with tired faces, and went home to prepare.

Only the Angard brothers and sisters remained in the hut.

"Anjade, help me stabilize Hegus, I want to test the mysterious aura in his body again. I always feel that it is not a good thing!" Elder Galen walked tremblingly to the bed, He whispered to the two brothers and sisters.

For some reason, the black aura that couldn't be driven away always lingered in the elder's heart, making him palpitate endlessly.

Covering Hegus's eyelids with his hands, Elder Galen moved his thin and dry lips lightly, chanting a mysterious mantra in a low voice, and bit by bit, he turned his mind to the ball that was entrenched in Hegus's heart. Weird atmosphere.

Suddenly, as soon as the mental power came into contact with the opponent, an evil and filthy spiritual recoil went upstream, knocking his mind far away.

When this mysterious aura erupted suddenly, the elder's hut trembled in response, and the thatched roof flew up instantly under a strong blow, revealing a tall and majestic figure in front of the three people in the house.

"Evil...purification..."

The tall old tree standing silently next to the elder's hut was inexplicably awakened. While repeating a few strange syllables in a low voice, it just stretched out its big wooden hands made of thick branches and fiercely toward the person lying on the bed. Hegus clapped his hands.

The ancient war tree Agusa, which has always existed as the patron saint of the village, is a giant with a lifespan of 1,000 years. Even its large wooden hands are 5 meters wide. This palm was about to be slapped, and Hegus, who didn't know anyone, would definitely turn into a puddle of flesh.

Seeing such a shocking change, the three people in the house were terrified and inexplicable.

However, Elder Galen reacted quickly. He paused with the oak stick in his hand, and his shriveled and skinny body quickly swelled up as if inflated. In the blink of an eye, the wild violent bear standing up alone used its majestic body to catch the big palm that fell from the treant.

With a muffled sound of "bang", everything in the simple wooden house was blown upside down and in a mess.

Alan, who had exhausted his natural spells, rushed to the bed to protect his unconscious sweetheart, turning over and screaming.

"Grandpa Agusa, what are you doing? Hegus was injured for our green cabin! Why did you attack him?"

After the tree man's first attack was blocked, it didn't try to continue the attack, but kept roaring loudly "purify the evil", and walked around the elder's wooden house anxiously.

This tree man, which was activated from a thousand-year-old tree, is more than ten meters tall. The original green branches and leaves have become its long hair fluttering. Its muscles are solid and full of circles of wood texture. . The facial features, eyebrows and eyes of the tall tree are purely composed of cracked wood grains, and the two thick and strong arms are twisted by the huge green vines and branches that originally occupied the body.

The madness of the ancient war tree Agusa is not serious, every step it takes with its thick and rooted legs is no less than a small earthquake, shaking the surrounding wooden houses along with it.

The elder Galen managed to undo his wild transformation, and had just returned to his human form from the bear form, when a mouthful of old blood spurted out, and he was so tired that he couldn't stand up.

The full blow from the ancient war tree is not so easy to catch. If it wasn't for his outstanding strength, I'm afraid he and the three young druids behind him would have been patted into meatloaf just now.

Although there were quite a few druids present, the only one who could communicate with Argusa, the ancient war tree in front of him, was Elder Galen. Therefore, after trying to catch his breath for a long time, Galen tremblingly came to the Ancient War Tree with the support of Angard, and started talking with it loudly in the ancient elf language.

It's a pity that there is still too little feedback.

In Galen's memory, this ancient war tree has been guarding the village since he was young. When he was a child, he often rode on it and played happily with other friends. However, for hundreds of years, the ancient war tree, Agusa, has been sleeping soundly most of the time, and rarely does such crazy things in the form of treants like today.

As the guardians of the Druid village, they usually would not wake up if they did not encounter the invasion of terrible beasts.